I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense. When do I actually get to kill people? That tad bit of intel would really help. ;)
Should I hand out candy or fruit like Jack The Ripper? Who should I fuck? :-\ Why is this so HARD?
Why the fuck is Jackstar so Goddamn Crazy?
Now he's talking to himself.
Jackstar blocked me from every platform we used to share, over very many years. I have no idea why, but that's his 1st amendment right to do so. And I'll always stand firm for his, or anyone's right to do so.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Jack is such an adorable little pussy.
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True.
Jackstar blocked me from every platform we used to share, over very many years.
I have no idea why, but that's his 1st amendment right to do so. And I'll always stand firm for his, or anyone's right to do so.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Jack is such an adorable little pussy.
Let me put it this way: the wheels have come off.
What exactly did I do to you personally, to piss you off?
No doubt. ;D
I think the wheels have already been put back on again. I was never really here.
The spice must flow.
Oh, it wasn't me. It was Her.
Let me put it this way: the wheels have come off.
I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense.
When do I actually get to kill people? That tad bit of intel would really help. ;)
Should I hand out candy or fruit like Jack The Ripper? Who should I fuck? :-\ Why is this so HARD?
I'm following the protocol, I think.
Nothing actually makes sense.
Stay high, dry, & hungry. That's basically it. And if you can arrange to find as many as (blanks) that look like your first (blank) as possible to (blank), trust Me, believe Me, Know Me... it ain't ever gonna be enough to even come close to The MaTTer, but it is still absolutely positively WORTH THE TROUBLE.
Well, you're going to have to rape me first, and We're still working on implementing the necromancy packages that were found in the backyard dropped by a flock of eagles (A popular fan request, believe Me; go Eagles!), so it's gonna end up being right after over my G-ddamned fucking dead body... can't rape the willing, but I bet you could rape the fuck out of a coldass corpse, that's for certain, especially if you stop off at a Whattaburger along the way for some lube & 'Ludes. Here, it's gonna be a while, TT, & I packed you an orchard lunch. You get ONE (1) fruit, and all the rhubarb your ewe can carry past Wilbur on your way out, M***********.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChqMMSg_TUo
You have more than you know. Now beat it Kid, SCRAM, no, wait... reverse those last Two. Godspeed.
TEXLOX.
If you don't know the protocol, you are not following the protocol. Listen to your heart. Do you hear that? No, that's your liver. The other thing. No, that's not for bottle caps, Moron. Switch those other last two Also.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A BARELY FUNCTIONAL FUNCTIONING ALCOHOLIC, MORON. *SLAM* Now, open The Door to The Law and take two lollipops from Wilbur on your way out. (Yes, of course, they are all That flavor—the only thing that tastes better than Pigs'N'Horses is seasoned Horses. And we're all out of those until next week, we're gonna get so fuckin' high, now: GET THE FUCK OUT, and take anything that doesn't taste any better than my dog's ass with you.)
Don't ask how I know. HarT.
That's no reason we can't go over it again and again. Do you know any other way to turn a cliché into a tesseract? Keep it to yourself for now; I'm busy ;)
Say, when you get a moment: Would you mind parsing this
Is that a relative of yours?
Say, when you get a moment: Would you mind parsing this post (https://beforeitsnews.com/christian-news/2021/10/the-trump-prophecies-based-on-2-books-written-over-100-years-ago-namely-the-last-president-is-trump-the-last-elected-president-obama-goes-into-the-shapeshifting-to-robotoid-ak-2602041.html) for clarice-titty, spalling and punk-nation? Is that a relative of yours?
Welcome to the party, Pal 9000. Here, I knitted you a sweater for your server’s rack.
I bet she will appreciate it; it is getting a bit nipplely, hear?
My sekrit Indian lodge brother name is “Foxy Nipplez.” Conveniently, this also doubles as my street rapper name.
The real question is how I manage to stay sane at all. I attribute this 100% to the power of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
And also to a steady diet of seahorse. VITAMINS.
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The mighty Seahorse and its legacy is eroding from the memory of this vile world because of those very vitamins you so smugly ingest off its corpse, you bastard!
Pricks, like yourself, have zero fucking regards for the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow or the health of humanity's pulse.
You fuckfaces constantly fucking exploit the many masses, mysteriously, masterfully as I masturbate to it.
Who’s the magician really mentoring in regards to the butchery they take from it?!
Me, obviously. 😉
# I Do Balloon Animals On Tuesdays
# I Masturbate, Mostly Always
#RubiniMagic
#Legacy
#Official
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why is it tucked away in a wayward thread like COVID-19?
a well-rehearsed attempt at appearing rational and a genuinely appreciated effort to "start learning".
It's to keep the riffraff away from placing my information to be shared into any relevant context.
Some knowledge must be struggled over—if for no other reason than because I had to, so do you, so f*** you, that's why.
So I thought you were going to learn to write? Now you want to read first? Talk about putting the baby stroller before the chupacabra.
Nefermynd that, it is the YakStar inanity that seems pandemic; weather conflated, coretarted or incindental to levels of Whirling Klowns is unclear (but amusing, at night mostly)...
YakStar
Maybe—and this is just Me spitballing here—but, maybe, Somebody shouldn’t have taken the time it took to really piss on me with jet racing fuel and then light it off with a busted–ass charcoal matchstick, instead of, you know: demon strafing intelligent integrity of One’s purpose. I am just saying. There are other puny ways for Punylings to have spent their time… at least, there were.
For instance, remember when I wanted a simple Tesla truck? Well–now, I want Elon’s not–steel balls served in a dirty ashtray to a (PROT) scion of my choosing—TBD. The lucky winner can decide what to do with them. But for my own part, I would be happy to see them thrown against, and hopefully into, through and beyond a busted driver’s side window. I’m nothing if not flexible. recalcitrant, relentless, sure, yeah, uh-huh… but flexible, and with a positive attitude on the matter. These days, that’s key. Totes.
...
Remember:
I DELIVER.
I wish I had daughters, so I could teach them to masturbate to crush videos and imprint them on your dogs (I couldn’t do this with male children, it would ruin the fantasy).
I know what you’re thinking: dark, right? Well, that’s what we’re gonna burn all the witches for: LET THERE BE LIGHT. You know the goslings and when they imprint on the ping-pong balls? Imagine all the orifices pre-stuffed and the balls come flying out with every fierce squish, each with its own little gosling flying after it with thoughts of humping it to death on the line. That’s how the Russian Cossacks did it, that’s how Alexander did it, and I see no reason we cannot revitalize the practice in time for any and all of your dog and pony shows.
Puppies, too. Mark my words.
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FIFY ;) ;DOverdoseMOUNTAIN Oysters.
I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense. When do I actually get to kill people?
Spookshow.
I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense. When do I actually get to kill people? That tad bit of intel would really help. ;)
Should I hand out candy or fruit like Jack The Ripper? Who should I fuck? :-\ Why is this so HARD?
Reasons.
challenging.
🫀#LULZ🫶🏻
https://youtu.be/tQsZujjZWs0
I like that one
Got an easy softball from the peanut gallery, here goes:
She lied to me. Her name was (SLAG) (PROT). See? I'm changing names. I'm protecting the innocent. I'm a... Guardian. Of Truth.
This slag whore named (SLAG) goes off on a "trip," you dig? (Not Greatfield. Buckle-up, Buttercup.) (SLAG) comes back, and of course, is distant. You all know what's coming, right?
Well, shit, so did I, the second I puked on her car. More on this later. Meanwhile, she goes off and before she even dismounts I'm all, "Wow, this isn't going to work out, I don't know which of is more bored with each other's bullshit." You know how it goes, right? But, instead of doing something REASONABLE, This_(SLAG)_Person goes off on a trip on a pre-planned at some heretofore, never-to-be-revealed-juncture, says mournful, maybe almost tearful goodbye (Knew her destiny would come harder than she did or was ever gonna do), comes back with some bullshit story, "Oh, I met someone, It's loooove, I came to my senses...." and it turns out, eehhh... not so much. Details are unnecessary, likely unlawful, and certainly totesbeyondthepale. SO, you get a phree won ton soup or salad daze, and as you'll recall, I left you before you could start hitting me. Lucky me, little miss "I watched my father throw my mother down the stairs." Imagine the pillow closet talk (http://i_knew braveheart).
So, that's why (SLAG) got lager poured on her. She fuckin' well fuckin' deserved it. Still carrying a phat grudge, I see. Well, I fuckin' just fuckin' bet.
No film at eleven. Number one: it's personal. Number two: most of you don't even rate. Number three...
Oh, clearly, they don't either.
Timestamp beacon check. [...] .s'click't.
"Oh, I wanna log back in again and read that thing I wrote because I want to feel good again when I re-read it."
Timestamp beacon check.
(Oh I did, and I burned thorugh $20K on the mostly ungrateful women.)
That's an awful lot of ten dollar whores.
No wonder those spirochaetes are having such a gladsome time partying away in what's left of your brain.
That's an awful lot of ten dollar whores. No wonder those spirochaetes
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Needles. Go get fucked.
JackstarJycho be like-
*spitting on Grapefruits pus** in disregard while waving you from my presence*
you're not being such an insufferable prick!
Sunday is the day for that. I'm not sure who you're trying to impress. Also, do I need to be informed of these scheduling arrangements?
I think you aren't exactly in the loop on some of the changes to the casting list that have happened. I suppose recent developments--of which you seem to think you are in full awareness of--have brought you to what you imagine to be a place of totesunderstanding.
In any event, I can say with some mild chagrin--you're gonna need a lot more spit. I don't think that is all that crazy of a notion to share here. And, I still don't know what your problem is. STILL. To this DAY. No idea. None whatsoever. Are you hoping to convey a sense of general, unspecific, neverending loathing? Because you have done so, and after all this time, I may as well make it official:
While I don't have any idea what I did to piss you off so greatly... I am content to never know what it is. But I can assure you, if I only had one wish, it would be that I had done it twice, and that I could do it again right now, because whatever it is, to make you this salty for so long, it must have been fuckin' awesome.
Maybe you should get some therapy or something... as your messages have created within me, the opposite of what would otherwise be termed sympathy, or empathy. It's more like exultancy.
And I didn't have to lift a finger. Honestly--I'm not worthy!
You own the entire licence. Do not share, and enjoy.
zip it.
Content dropping imminently. I hate you for your freedoms.
If you ever tell me to keep my mouth shut again, you will fucking regret it. What are you, my fucking lawyer? I don't give a shit what your goddam problem is with me and my fucking talking; now you get both Christ-forsaken barrels. I don't think you're clear on what a little whiney-bitch baby you come off as. Do you ever listen to yourself? Do it in an oven next time.
You either forgot that you have absolutely no leverage on me, or you're masterfully doing a bit of reverse psychology in order to encourage me to publish some/anything; either way you're being a douchebag about it, and I am in no mood.
I hope I unknowingly say something that is misconstrued that makes you lose money. You clearly have too much of it — along with your free fucking time at/after “work.” Go buy yourself something nice at the mall.
Perhaps a sewing kid. Or, perhaps a personality.
Oh, Jackie, I'm not mad. You're simply too obtuse to identify with anyone on an insightful level other than yourself.
Here's to you being your greatest fan. 🥂
Glad you're happy.
Now, do something meaningful with that gaping cock-holster, input orifice you call a mouth, and zip it.
You threaten to dox me
over a bit of chastisement and, in that same breath, call me a whiny bitch?
That really does speak volumes about you.
#WeakSauce
Note: I was quite generous
The mental capacity of the poster you were replying to.
Also, I would like to award you:
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...mainly because I appreciate the cut of your jib, sir!
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I don't know who you are, other than some rando-psycho stalking bully. Do you know why I answer your ridiculous questions?
Because I think it's funny that you think you get to know everything, while leaving me with nothing, or worse than nothing — LIES.
Do you think they'll put (PROT) in the cell next to the lifer? It wouldn't surprise me. Because after the evil spirit that's inhabiting his/her desiccated puppet body leaves, the real (PROT) — who I am still at least somewhat fond of, is probably not going to want to serve time for someone else's crime that s/he didn't even commit.
However given that it looks like that he and she and you and a bunch of other fuckers have been fucking framing people for shit they didn't do for years, it might even be just desserts, I don't really know. I'm glad I'm not in charge of crime & punishment, Herr Raskolnikov.
My apologies if I have you picked all wrong, but considering your boorish attitude and complete lack of good nature or attention to detail... I don't know if I do.
Are you M or are you A? If you didn't play these games with identity you wouldn't have these problems, Fuzzball.
Too bad you can't read. What's it like to be functionally illiterate, and be handed a copy of Bill W.'s book? At least you can roll a spliff with it.
At least I have sauce without having to choke a chicken/*\bitch for it. Hey remember how you said you'd quit drinking when you got your case settled? Haha hahahaha. Oh, wait, that's not you.
Who the fuck is paying your overages? Call your losers, you're done.
So was I, Supplicant. Blow.
Here's your participation award you di**.
Tag it and bag it with the rest of the evidence that you're a fucking twerp, Son. My entire world gets slammed through a cheese grater like you helped plan for six goddam months while sniggering to yourself the whole time in plain sight, I -of course- rock this shit, hey, come take my cyanide tooth, right? It vibrates in ultra-violet light.
I spend six goddam weeks explaining legal precedent to you and you nod and smile and go back to swilling ethanol. How fucked up you are! Jesus fucking Christ this was the exact scenario I wished to avoid... because it makes you look stupid. That reflects badly on me. People are gonna think I've gone soft, or that I'm sweet on you, or something else ultra-faggy. Like I have enough problems.
p.s. I might have to start sucking penis sooner than anyone even began to imagine as I am already casting shade with my Irregular status, which is a damn sight more straight up than a lot of other Peoples' status. (Looking at you, Short Round, like I need to know the name of whatever supervisor is gonna be on the dock for the oversight on a couple matters... I think. Frankly I'd rather just let it all go but apparently there's another interstate matter--deep in the heart of Texas, and thank you for that, D.--that I have no idea of any relevance on... I mean, as you know, I don't know jack or shit. Oh yeah. Keep me in the dark. Is there a briar patch there? Hang on, I found me a Clapper on Ebay last week, I've been meaning to slap some ass and make my halo blink on and off like its for epilepsy.) It always surprises me when I get my downloads late... I guess I'm the only fucking one who can read around here on Monkey Rock, so I get mine last and it's like Moby Dick.
I do know that I'm still happy to make terms with (PROT), don't really need to, and DO.NOT.LIKE. the pressure being thrown in certain areas in certain ways. Not sure what to do about that since... uh, right, like, you all just collectively don't remember who I am? I'm a man of mystery, no one knows anything? Jesus fucking wept.
p.p.s.: someone get Decon some flowers. Satanists have really fragile egos, that's for fucking sure, and to be honest, they always will... but I don't really hate on those lads for being strained in relations with me, given that their souls are no longer their own and they have probably stayed up late at night in mortal terror of what I might do to their world... without even meaning to at all.
p.p.p.s.: Jesus tells me Decon is envious of MV for his privilege and is considering beef over it. I hope that there is no war.
p.^4s.: We fight what we must because We can imagine no greater height for Man to attain.
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Now, in the meantime-
I WONDER WHAT EMERGENCY QLERGICAL POWERS I AM GONNA GAIN NEXT.
My research corpus is leagues ahead of your own.
Speak to me in person he needs to? Whatever for, I wonder? 🤔
BTW, not The One am I, silly Punyling. ::)
Clearly...
Speak to me in person he needs to? Whatever for, I wonder? 🤔
Cute post, and to think, it's actually comprehensible for once.
What are you batting these days? One in a thousand?
Too bad you're insane; we could have been great camping buddies.
Cute post, and to think, it's actually comprehensible for once.
What are you batting these days? One in a thousand?
Too bad you're insane; we could have been great camping buddies.
That's not a post. That's a girl. (You have heard of them, I am sure, and now: behold an exquisite example of its phenotype. It's one of the phenotypes that actual men actually like to actually fuck -and- then actually talk to again, for serious, which I am sure is exceptionally rare in your own personal experience. She is also actually more intelligent than I am--which must be damn near close to completely impossible in your experience, as even I am smart enough to probably not ever get close enough to you to even smell your beard. She probably has your red file on your phone, Chuckles. Her phone. On the cloud via any device anywhere everywhere whatever.) She does mumble a lot. (Shy because she can read this by looking through my optic nerve and strong enough to resist the temptation to implant a suicidal trigger in my psyche. But like a woman, pretends to believe she doesn't know how to do that.) So if she is even comprehensible at all in the course of a given day, I'm counting it lucky. (She's here to be, among other things, someone to clean up someone else's mess, as well as to make someone else jealous, which might be happening. I don't know. I also told her to make (PROT) jealous, but as I don't think there are actual feelings there, I don't know what that counts for other than being just plain rude.
Still, that's Ben all day--"Just Plain Rude." At least he comes by it honestly, like the rest of his Spiritual Wonder Boy Niggard Wealthard (BLANK-lee:FU_TOR) people. At least this time.... at least this time, there's a lock on the door, and at least: I'm not crying. (Company policy says I can cry after I divine.)
I'm not batting anything. I am one in 100 trillion and I don't give a shit about your opinion of my attractiveness, because, for one thing, you're a dude with a cock and a terrifically bad attitude ... can you even get it up without a shot? Doubt.
Second place is you're fired. I mean wait. FIRST THROUGH TEN PLACES ARE: pack your shit and get out of my governement and get back into my high life again. Yeah, you're *ralph* "undercover." Dude, fuck you. You couldn't be any more of an asshole if you tried. And, you do.
You can't even handle a simple goddam cross-portal phone call. Go fuck yourself in whatever shower you like--you won't be able to confirm that either of us would be able to keep from exploding, even if you could see me, which you wouldn't, because every fucking time, it's always destroy the planet or destroy that donkey-punch worthy sister of yours, or, some dipshit blonde who came over after getting to rape a vampire (what a thrill. yawn.), and you know what, honestly, it's not like I need an excuse.
it's like you fucking do. Isn't there some construction paper at hand for you? Take a nap on it, it'll save the drool for your pimp's reindeer, and they look tired from all the flying him around in order to rape you with them GPSloccked at a different occasion.
I hope I spelled all these words correctly but you wouldn't know what to do with them even if you had them. nap tired yeah whatever loser. I don't even think you're the person who needs the fucking phone call, you're probably just the doll sent by Corporate to remember everything seen.
And now, I am the doll. Ho ho ho. That's enough for a heartless monster and a G. (Asshole.)
Hi I'm an asshole
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I wanted to be done with this LITERAL years ago. Like, what the actual fuck.
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Oui!
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They sure don't make cancer like they used to anymore.
p.s.: give him some gas money out of the pink ribbon fund. Isn't that one for breast cancer? I don't give a shit, if you want to look like an idiot, fine, go ahead, personally I'd like to get on with a real life instead of your phony gasbag bullshit.
Do not exist under any illusion that your attacks against my position will prevail in any way whatsoever. And you could really be nicer.
I could beat the shit out of you and it wouldn't even be a special charge, do you realize that? No, probably not, you haven't even figured out that I saved your life, TuffPants. Now go away, and take your shitty lieutenants with you.
would beat your ass with a spatula before you could nick that next doobie.
I’m in control now.
Muha...Muhahaha...Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! ;D
doobie
Do they get any more square than you?
Jack, by now you’ve probably become aware of the fact that my mindrays have penetrated your psychokinetic shielding and I’m inside.
Jackstar,
I just got off the phone with Azzerae proposing the idea to him that he put you on forum training wheels.
This would essentially entitle you to (one) thread until everyone sees an improvement in your sassy-ass attitude.
David Rubini says you are not welcomed at Rubinigab and “to not even fucking bother registering!”
Ellgab says, “Hell Fuck No!”
Bellgab insists the ban remains fully intact.
Faggab (aka gayforum) expressed great interest in you joining so long as you were willing to suck dick. I, of course, on your behalf, told them the truth and assured them that you do, have, and most definitely will.
👉 https://www.gayforum.org 👈
That is all for now, IR
#HappyDay
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Jackstar,
I just got off the phone with Azzerae proposing the idea to him that he put you on forum training wheels.
This would essentially entitle you to (one) thread until everyone sees an improvement in your sassy-ass attitude.
David Rubini says you are not welcomed at Rubinigab and “to not even fucking bother registering!”
Ellgab says, “Hell Fuck No!”
Bellgab insists the ban remains fully intact.
Faggab (aka gayforum) expressed great interest in you joining so long as you were willing to suck dick. I, of course, on your behalf, told them the truth and assured them that you do, have, and most definitely will.
👉 https://www.gayforum.org 👈
That is all for now, IR
#HappyDay
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Jackstar,
I just got off the phone with Azzerae proposing the idea to him that he put you on forum training wheels.
This would essentially entitle you to (one) thread until everyone sees an improvement in your sassy-ass attitude.
David Rubini says you are not welcomed at Rubinigab and “to not even fucking bother registering!”
Ellgab says, “Hell Fuck No!”
Bellgab insists the ban remains fully intact.
Faggab (aka gayforum) expressed great interest in you joining so long as you were willing to suck dick. I, of course, on your behalf, told them the truth and assured them that you do, have, and most definitely will.
👉 https://www.gayforum.org 👈
That is all for now, IR
#HappyDay
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You posted better when you were Annessa.
Can't you just neck yourself again? Here's the problem: YOU ARE ADDICTED TO SMACK, MORON. YOU SLAM IT WITH A SKOSH OF SCOPOLAMINE, WHICH ANNHILATES YOUR EMOTIONAL PAIN AND MAKES YOU FORGET WHAT YOU JUST DID TO "YOUR" SELF, COZ LIKE... WELL ANYWAY, SURE, I GUESS. A CASE CAN BE MADE THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY ADDICTED TO SLAMMING SCOPOLAMINE, SURE.
IS THAT YOUR FINAL ADDENDUM, DUM-DUM? LOOK, I JUST CAN'T EVEN. ARE YOU A KING, OR ARE YOU A DAVID? I WILL TAKE MY ANSWER OFF THE AIR.
STOP BEING HOMO. KEEP IT GAY, KEEP IT FAY, MAKE IT PAY.
Now, make *them* pay. DO IT.
Why are you attacking, Dari?
You cavalier misogynistic, fucking pig!
#HighlyDisappointed
(Reported to (Gay) -Black Anthony-)[/b]
That was a question; and if you see that as an attack, you really must have done it—You sold ¡T/J!, wow, you really are a creep! No wonder she's super weird around people these days, she must know by now, and if you don't know by now that those people come back, you don't just know nothing at all—you know it fierce. Gross.
I am neither cavalier, nor incompetent, you twit-slitted fag-yokef twat-wretch; I am simply so skilled that it looks that easy to one so ill informed and ignorant of The All as you so clearly are, Thuglyfe. you may fuck off now forever, and I so dearly hope that you totally fucking do.
Yeah, I thought so, you're still here, and so: SO AM I (U SUK).
Well, you can report your disappointment to that individual all you like, and if you can take this horse and seamen with you when & while you go, that works for me, and you sure it's fuck don't so I can't order you gone, nor can I cut your salary, nor pay.
And yet, neither do you have any balls, so I can certainly trust you with my Y-Wyfe Queue. (Here's a hint, Wrencher—I want to lay some pipe, so you don't have to, you really don't, you absolutely do not need to lay any pipe, nor any Pipe-(Blank)-Lee.
of course, as always, you're welcome to go fuck another Abo, Hell, fuck them all if you want, and throw in a Hell and give a fantas fag to help you kitty too (TIPPECANOE/CHAPPAQUIDDICK (THUNDERDOME/DO ME DOE D.E.W. ME) Protocol: On-Line (jafd, JAFD, Phan).
Indeed, to The Forum, come¡curn! changes (happen\HAAPY/HAPIE\have).
(there's a lot of birthday mail, Love, in this happy male, Love-y. I don't write like this just because I (sometimes) get somewhat blasted, & I didn't even get blasted! I came home and started writing, just writing, and I feel great about it too! welcome. back. BAK! BAK! BAK!
ⁿDEED, WELCOME ⁿIN WELCOME, DR D⁰D. (My Nigga—I didn't know I needed a nigga, nevertheless, you is my A. S’nigga, an’ dat be for sure & fo’sho’, and if you must know the honest truth, and I know that you do, I really couldn't give you the kind of proper welcome that you were expecting and demanding and hoping for, wishing for, and probably wanking & wanked yourself to unconsciousness every goddam night for months at a time not so very long ago, until I learned to speak proper Propa’ Rappa’ Papaz’ Jive, & good golly goddam, would you look at that, I sure as shit didn’t push in any of his G-d damn shit, I sure as shootin’ have, great G-d damn well, damn great God, GOOD GOD HAVE.
You, however: stick to English and keep your Frenchie shoes on, as, I'm not going to lie about this place being filled with actual pinerapists and brokenapple eyeglass—Jackglass. (I guess I'm now done with cindering and now can start on glassing now, Elle Bee—so I bet you are, indeed. Happy. Very Happy indeed, in fact, as:
SHIELD ÆGIS ENABLED: TARGET 3ANDY3 6ANDY6 &NEIN, o(9:6)°⁷ SEVEN⅞ ATE NEIN, NEG(-)O⁰ⁿ RAPE ⁶9, NOR NINETY-NINE, BY ORDER OF THE KING OF THE CRIMSONS: THE IMPERATOR KING OF ALL SIN, S\HE OF THE 🍏STARK❣️LINE🚩.
Let there be no doubt: I AM a big deal around here. Nevertheless, keep your hemline below the knee, your K-nose and ur|Ur kNeeds out of My business, and your cherry soup w/bee’s Py.knees out of my face—it's a jungle out there, but it's a LUCID LUCENT BEAST in Me, JACKSTAR, THE DREAMER OF THE WOKE, D.O.M.B., D.O.D.-g., e-squire. (BUTT, NO HORSE. G-DSPEED.) j★eol055:0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3MCTuU5jWs
I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense. When do I actually get to kill people? That tad bit of intel would really help. ;)
Should I hand out candy or fruit like Jack The Ripper? Who should I fuck? :-\
Why is this so HARD?
DO NOT DELIBERATELY PISS ME OFF.
How about inadvertently?